Buy Me Purple Flowers First | L.S [REWRITING]

04

They sit in the car, a seldom silence accompanied by shallow breathing. Harry's phone rests on the steering wheel, he's waiting for a response from Liam. After letting him know that they arrived safely.

Suddenly Harry's phone chimes.

"Okay, they are informed," he announces.

Louis opens the car door and begins to exit the vehicle, faced with a street full of busy cars. He lifts his hood to stop any curious fan from identifying him.

He walks around the side of the car to reach the sidewalk. He scans the immediate surroundings, making sure to remove any eye contact with a teenager in his area. Harry walks up to him, guiding them both into the supermarket, keeping clear of anyone in front of them.

"We'll only be in here for around 10 minutes," Harry says, "Any longer, and we will be breaching a rule of conduct requested by Liam".

Louis groans; Liam always sets a time when Louis is out, depending on the risk of him being caught. If it's somewhere quiet, Liam won't even bother with setting a time.

But due to how busy the environment is, he can't risk being caught in a herd of fans with only Harry to protect him.

While it would be great to bring three bodyguards with him at all times to prevent that, it's kind of strange for such a small omega like Louis to be spotted in public with three alphas around him at all times.

But not like Louis would ever admit that he's a small omega. Not in a million years.

"Don't complain. I have a list; I promise I will only be a couple of minutes," Harry says. "I won't remind you to stick close since you're not a child, but since you're you, stick close,"

Louis sarcastically laughs and follows Harry into the building in front of them.

He tries to drift away from Harry as much as possible, purposely at first, but soon he realises creating a fight so early after apologising wouldn't be the best for their professional relationship.

Once inside the shopping centre, Harry checks the number of people in the store and its size. He tells Louis to wait at the door while he does a quick look around.

Louis sighs- already bored.

To distract himself, he peers at the flyers on the inside of the wall. Posters of missing pets, local stalls and businesses litter most of the page, but towards the top of the wall are signs of performers in the area; a few small posters of Danish bands and singers hang next to a singer that looks a little too familiar.

There's a poster of Louis leaning on his knees, pulling a microphone stand along his leg, singing into the microphone with great force that's in the centre of the page. Despite the lack of eye-bags he has in the photo, anyone could recognise him with just a quick look at the poster and a glance back at him.

Quick-paced steps echo behind him, causing Louis to jump at the sudden sound.

"Okay, finished," He mumbles slightly. "Are you okay?" He says, checking over his features once realising he frightened him.

His eyes enlarge. "Look at that handsome fellow," Louis gestures to the poster, trying to change the subject.

Harry follows his direction and clicks his tongue, "hmm, I don't think I've heard of him."

Louis rolls his eyes. "C'mon then, laxatives now, googling me later."

He pinches the bridge of his nose and turns away from him, "I'm not here to buy laxatives."

Harry trails off, leading the way. Once he's walked far enough Louis quickly snatches the poster right off the wall, scrunching it up and pocketing it for safekeeping. He speeds up his pace shortly after to keep up with Harry.